Morning Glory

As I watched the road through the crowded Morning Glory clusters I could feel time
shift. I could feel an era end. I suppose I should have quit before it came down to this but
we were both so blinded by the idea of what our life together would be.

He was handsome, strong, wild. His vivid darkness contrasted so starkly with my pale,
meekness that when people saw us together they often looked twice.

All I could see was the glamour of it, nothing more. We had been together 2 months
when we got married. My parents were less then thrilled but his were elated. I thought
even without mine, they would be enough; or maybe he would be.

Within the fourth month of the marriage, I began to notice patterns.

He often said he worked late on some days and didn't return till the next morning. He
would sleep three hours and be gone again at six. At first it didn't bother me. But after
awhile I couldn't take it any longer. He had grown tired of me. I could feel it. Yet, I still
clung to him, a pale piece of silk in a dark torrid flood.

A divorce I may have been able to handle, but a child was growing inside my belly. If I
was to be a mother I wouldn't let him ruin my child.

I began to nag him. Asking where he was going, begging him to stay home with me.
Finally, one night in the sixth month, heavy with child, I followed him. I was furious at
what he had said before he left. I can still hear him say it....

"What would you want me home for? I make the money, you spend it. It's your job to
stay here and clean and make yourself up for me so that I have something nice to come
home to. Instead, I find this fat whale of a women nagging and screeching like a fucking
harpy? No, I won't stay in this god awful house another minute until you bring back the
woman I married. Bring back my Dawn. Or did you eat her, you fucking pig?"

I simply burst into tears my emotions overcome. Why had I married this horrid man? He
never spared me a kind word and was so rarely home, I felt like an unwed mother.

In the beginning I had not allowed him to touch me. I was a good Christian woman and
would not submit to his temptations. But once we were married, I allowed him to take me
to bed as often as he liked. But for months now, he would not touch me. Another woman
had taken my place.

So, I took my car and followed him to his house of Sin. It was dark and vivid like him.
Red and white and black, with Morning Glories growing on the dark iron fence. I could
hear the heavy bass and smooth guitar. I could see as he stepped up to the porch,
embracing a woman as he once had me. I stepped out of the car and walked down the
street, careful not to be seen. The closer I got, the heavier the scent of the Devil was in
the air. Moans of elicit sex filled the air, swirling through the clouds of smoke.

I was very close to him now, and did not wish to get much closer, being in my ungainly
state. Luckily, he and the Whore had moved to the end of the wide lawn, (I must admit, I
was jealous of the house and wondered if he had paid for it and if so why I was sent to
live in our tiny apartment?) it was farther from the noise and there was a swing which
was also covered in flowers which seemed to be everywhere. They faced away from me
and I leaned against a strange old tree, peering through the tangled vines and black iron
bars.

My husband was distraught, that I could tell from his movements and the red-headed
vixen next to him was consoling in such a wifely way, so sweetly, it may have fooled
anyone else.

It was when he kissed her, so softly, with love he had never shown me, I ran.

I came back home and with thoughts only of death and hate, I climbed the long stairway
up to our apartment. Once at the top, I threw myself, like a bird in flight down them.

I woke up in a hospital. My baby was dead, but I was not. My husband, in vain attempts
to bring back what we once had, brought flowers.

I scorned him now.

Now, after my recovery, I was the one to go out and stay out all night. I only went to bars
out of town and watched. I wanted him to fear but I did not want Hell to be my eternity.

Eventually, this grew tiring. As our fights grew more and more violent, he was home less
and less. I began following him where ever he went.

Then I bought the gun.

So now, I stood, in the spot where I had first found him and the flamed haired whore. I
had watched them kiss and make love in that loving way he had never shown me, several
times. This time it was different, I had brought the gun because I was afraid he may find
and attack me. I had also been seeing demons from the corners of my eye.

They lay between the swing and I, wet and naked, fresh from each others putrid sinful
arms. I heard her strong, purring voice say the word, "pregnant". I saw tears form in his
eyes as he held her to him, proclaiming his joy.

Why had our child's birth announcement not brought this type emotion? He had smiled
and hugged me, but not this way. Not like with her, never like with her.

I grasped the top of the fence and leapt over it. The whore tried vainly to cover herself
before I vengefully pulled the trigger and her soul was rightfully sent to Hell.

My husband lurched upward completely without shame of his uncovered body. But I was
a good shot and sent a bullet quickly into the knee cap of my lustful husband. He
screamed in such a way I felt pity for him and simply shot him in the forehead like I had
his mistress before.

As he fell beside her I saw how she must have looked in sleep. She had skin like cream,
with a full red mouth, now stained with her blood.

I laid myself between them and pulled off my clothes. Wrapping his arms around me, I
laid with my husband for one last time before you arrived, officer.

So you see, I have done no wrong, simply set the sinners free.

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